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Lu Zhaozhao widened her eyes and looked at Cheng Sangjie in disbelief.

In the distance, a figure rushed towards the camp at a high speed.

"Who's in front?" the soldier on duty shouted.

The man didn't answer. He fell heavily to the ground, covered in bruises. He clutched something tightly in his hands and muttered, "I want to see the Lord Palace Guard."

A guard recognized him as the general on the eastern front and immediately ran to the palace guard's tent to report.

The noise attracted a lot of attention, and the voices on the roadside gradually became noisy.

Cheng Sangjie let go of Lu Zhaozhao and looked in the direction where the noise came from.

Lu Zhaozhao glanced at his calm demeanor, his thoughts turning for a moment. He took a step forward, grabbed his sleeve, and asked, "Are you guys fighting?"

Cheng Sangjie smiled faintly, brushed her hair with his other hand, and whispered, "You just need to pretend to be deaf and dumb until the end."

After saying this, he was about to leave. Before leaving, he turned his head and said, "The palace guard is about to leave. He won't take the people of the eight clans with him, but maybe the others will."

"Do you want me to stay?" Lu Zhaozhao looked at his back.

"This is the best choice." Cheng Sangjie said.

Cheng Sangjie left, and Lu Zhaozhao was the only one left on the platform. At this moment, she felt as if every part of her body had fallen into an ice cellar.

Whatever choice you make is the right one.

Lu Zhaozhao closed his eyes. It started snowing again in the north. The snowflakes were blown onto his cheeks by the wind. Lu Zhaozhao felt as if his body and mind were suffering from the biting cold.

In the distance, there were noisy sounds mixed in with the wind and snow, and cries of grief came from the camp, foreshadowing the impending disaster.

"According to reports from the front lines, the firepower has suddenly intensified at the border between the East and West. Since the northern front has been quiet these days, I suspect the Northern Territory's forces have quietly moved over. Right now, the powerful human race has come out in full force, and the Demon Lord and the Monster King are barely holding on. But something unexpected happened half a month ago. The Demon Lord went out alone to hunt down someone and hasn't returned yet. This message must be hoping for support from the Palace Guards."

Changyu Lanshan supported his head, looked into the distance boredly, and threw a grape into his mouth from time to time.

Now, Lu Zhaozhao and Changyu Lanshan are no longer incompatible. After he showed kindness last time, after a period of observation, Lu Zhaozhao also understood that this young master Lu Wu was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and had a sharp tongue but a kind heart. In just a short time, he established a good relationship with him.

"Where did you get these grapes?" Lu Zhaozhao asked.

"It was sent from Luwu. Try it, it's sweet." Changyu Lanshan still looked lazy.

Lu Zhaozhao waved away the hand that offered the grapes and continued to ask, "This is the northern front, and it's wartime right now. Why did Lu Wu send you grapes?"

"So what?" He changed his posture and spoke slowly, "Isn't this battle also initiated by the Demon Lord? Then he can fight on his own. What does it have to do with us?"

Lu Zhaozhao frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Let’s not talk about other people, but Changyu Lanshan originally came here to surpass his brother, so how could he suddenly become so lazy?

The only possibility is that Lu Wu's people told him something...

"I advise you not to act rashly." Changyu Lanshan saw her frown and knew she had guessed something. He said carelessly, "As long as we stay here quietly, nothing will happen. But if you want to stand out and do something out of the ordinary, no one can protect you."

At the end of his words, his eyes gradually turned cold. Lu Zhaozhao looked at him, and he continued, "I know the palace guards have looked for you, but I advise you not to go to the east. It's not a safe place."

Lu Zhaozhao chuckled and jokingly said, "If you don't go, how can you achieve success? Fortune and wealth are sought through risk. Haven't you always wanted to do something big?"

"No matter what you do or how you do it, you have to stand on the right side. Otherwise, even if you accomplish great things, you won't be able to keep your life." Changyu Lanshan stared into her eyes and almost put his words on the table.

Lu Zhaozhao nodded, telling him she understood, and said nothing more. Changyu Lanshan knew she was not one to stay still, so he added with some concern, "You must remember this, don't leave here."

"I know, I know. Eat your grapes." Lu Zhaozhao peeled a grape and stuffed it into his hand. Changyu Lanshan hesitated for a moment, took the grape and said nothing more.

It's night, everything is quiet.

The palace guards reorganized their troops and were about to head to the east and west borders tonight.

Torches illuminated the sky in the north. Cheng Sangjie stood on the high platform with his back to the light. Looking down from above, his face was blocked by the shadow and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Beside him stood the other disciples of the eight clans.

"This battle is the key to determining victory or defeat."

"My father wrote to me saying that everything in the western territory has been arranged and he will take action as soon as the opportunity arises." Nan Rongrui said excitedly, standing beside him.

"Where is Guannan? Where is she?" Changyu Lanshan looked around and did not see Lu Zhaozhao in the farewell team, so he asked.

"She went to the snowy mountains. She said that all her superiors had left, so she wanted to go up and take a look. I don't know what was there that made her remember it for so long." Nan Rongrui said unhappily.

Changyu Lanshan nodded, stretched and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" Huai Jiang was puzzled.

"Let's go to the snow mountain. I'm also curious about what's up there." Changyu Lanshan said, thinking in his heart that he actually didn't want to be with you, as if he agreed with Changyu Languan's plan to participate.

"Changyu Lanshan, you and Guannan are getting a little too close, aren't you? Don't reveal our plan to anyone." Nan Rongrui looked at him with an ambiguous expression.

Changyu Lanshan smiled broadly at her and said cheerfully, "You should save this for your brother."

After saying that, he winked at Cheng Sangjie, but Cheng Sangjie still had the same expression. He curled his lips in boredom and turned away.

"This guy..." Nan Rongrui stomped his feet in anger and turned to look at Cheng Sangjie, wanting to complain to him.

But Cheng Sangjie's eyes were not on any of them, even though a quarrel had just occurred in front of them.

His gaze fell directly on one part of the marching team.

"What are you looking at?" Qianhe walked forward, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and looked in the direction of his sight. He was just an ordinary soldier with an ordinary face that would be forgotten as soon as you saw him.

"He has not appeared in the army before." Cheng Sangjie said firmly.

Qianhe was a little surprised. He looked at Cheng Sangjie and then at the soldier, and said uncertainly, "There are so many faces in the army. You can't remember every one of them..."

"I do remember everything." Cheng Sangjie interrupted him, and after a pause, he said, "It's possible that the palace guards were trained in secret, so naturally they haven't seen it."

"Maybe." Cheng Sangjie narrowed his eyes, his gaze burning, and still did not leave the soldier.

Qianhe just thought he was being too cautious and patted his shoulder to comfort him.